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Monday, June 25, 2012

I haven't written much as of late - and the raw emotion I am writing here is probably is exactly why. Honestly, it has been such a whirlwind of emotions, I just don't even know how to formulate a post. I have been searching - desperately searching - for a way to make this all sensible, find a purpose to all of this, find something to take away. But many times, at the end of the day, it just isn't there, and I feel like I have nothing profound to say, nothing to share I have learned, nothing to put forth about moving forward. It feels like there is always a setback. Maybe I expect too much.

But tonight I may have felt a glimpse of the anger "they" say will come as I move through the stages of grief. I returned to work today. It was pretty uneventful. I think I still feel the shame parents feel when they have lost a child. No one can alleviate it, as irrational as it may sound because, frankly, it is OUR JOB to protect our kids. And, as irrational as it sounds, I couldn't. My boy died, I wasn't there, I didn't save him, and he is gone forever. I am angry with myself.

But, that is not new. As I have been progressing through this I have been reconnecting with my spiritual self. It is selfish really. I need to believe he is still there, somewhere, somehow. I need to believe he is watching over us, and that at a time (which I have no control over) we will be reunited and I will once again be able to hold his hand, stroke his hair, hear his voice (I am finding I am terrified I am forgetting his voice). So I have been searching. I found a fine church (I think) and some fine people who are wonderful, and believe that somehow God will enlighten me in all of this. Not in some cult way, but real, genuine, people who have full lives and still have a strong spiritual self.

But tonight I came home and once again immersed myself in a whirlwind of obligations - organizing the foundation, coordinating my meetings with people who have graciously offered to help, making lists of tasks for an auction event, trying to figure out how to train for my race which will serve as a fundraiser, cultivating my Thirty-One business to provide funding for charity, and caring for my children. When I finally took a moment to sit down and take a breath I burst into tears. Every part of me angrily asked God how he could do this, how could he take him, and frankly to demand he bring him back to me. I miss Anderson so much. I am just so overwhelmed by the desperate need, still, to figure out how to fix this. I can't fix it, yet when I stop, breathe, and just exist my instinct is a wave of panic that time is running out on how to "undo" this.

Sleep, most nights, eludes me. I wake after an hour or two of sleep and lay awake desperately searching. Searching every memory struggling not to forget how his little chubby hands felt. Struggling to remember the sound of his demand "Mama" and "milk." Struggling to remember that sound he made when he sucked on his pacifier and gazed into my eyes as he fell asleep. Struggling to remember the laugh behind the pacifier as he reached up hoping I would playfully bite at his fingers. I think I am starting to forget, and it terrifies me. I lay there for hours, hoping to sleep, but finding it impossible.

During the day I am consumed with making some difference from all of this. I know part of it at least is a desperate attempt to control something in this whole scenario. But when I get tired I get terrified. What if I fail, what if I fail him. What if everything I am trying to do doesn't happen, or isn't perfect, or doesn't go as well as I hope. I will fail him again. That scares me.

Everything scares me. I haven't written in a while, because, well, I am scared. That is what it all comes down to I think. Afraid to put it out there how I may fail, again. It is impossible in this situation not to feel that way I think. It is "normal." Actually, nothing about this is "normal." Hopefully I will be brave enough to continue on with all of this, keep working, keep trying, and keep writing, because, maybe, just maybe, putting it all out here will let me sleep tonight. And hopefully, just hopefully, I can help one family, one mother, one child, at some point before I see Anderson again. So no pretty pictures here - just one big pure emotion dump.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Nothing about this situation is simple. Really, NOTHING. Right down to how we remember or honor our beautiful son.

First, we are paralyzed by the unknown. Anderson died in his sleep, at daycare. The entire situation was treated as a crime scene - a child just doesn't die without suspicion. Everyone was questioned by detectives. We were fortunate, we got to hold him, but I realize looking back we were always under the watchful eye of police the entire three hours we were at the scene, each of us was assigned at least on if not two people to listen to every word, watch every move. I have learned in some jurisdictions parents aren't allowed to even hold their child because of the suspicions and need to collect evidence, so I feel so fortunate for how we were treated. They truly were gentle with me. But, because of the circumstances, an investigation is still ongoing. There was an autopsy - so far every bit of information except for a metabolic panel shows no cause of death. Given his health record, we don't expect anything from the metabolic panel. But until that comes back, we wait - not necessarily for a cause, but for a finding that it is unidentified - meaning sudden unexplained death in childhood (SUDC). Basically SIDS, but more rare because he was over the age of 12 months - part of the definition for SIDS. Even there, we are a rare and complicated case apparently, not fitting in what most people call SIDS (I have to admit, I was kind of irked at this).

I want so badly to find a direction, to find somewhere to direct my energy, my anger, my questions, my sadness. But honestly I feel paralyzed to move in any direction. I mean, we can't even choose a charity for crying out loud. We have had donations to a fund for Anderson to go to a charity we choose - but we can't choose one because, honestly, I can find organizations for SUDC, and have, but what if it isn't SUDC? I think I would be in a way devastated again, so I just can't. I have been blessed to have been offered the opportunity to race this season in memory of my son, and raise money for charity on his behalf, yet the lack of final findings has paralyzed me even as far as training. It seems odd, but it is true.

Second, there is the childcare issue. I need to go back to work at some point. I need care for my kids during the day. I can't get myself to get to that decision yet. I plan to return to work at least part time in a few weeks. But I can't seem to make a move about childcare. First, our caregiver is currently closed. Because of the circumstances, her license is suspended pending the investigation. I understand the premise, but at this point the only remaining piece of information has NOTHING to do with her actions or inaction. There are no findings that lead to any issues with regard to his care or abuse - NONE. I am relieved for that - I wouldn't have been able to wrap my arms around it if something during his care has caused his death. I never really suspected it, but was relieved to hear anyway. But the daycare remains closed - and this is their sole source of income as far as I know, so in addition to the horrific ordeal they went through having Anderson die in their care, they are now without income. I feel for them. On the other hand, I can't even drive past the subdivision of their home without crying and shaking. While my girls miss their caregiver, I am not sure I can go back there every day to drop them off. We are in contact with them, even have a unique bond with them, but the house is just something I can't bear to see at this point.

But I have to say the most apparent manifestation of the complicated nature of everything we are going through has been the garden we created, with the help (and at times sole work of) my sister. It started simply enough. We needed flowers for Anderson's service. We decided to buy plants - pots with plants that were more than floral arrangements so we could have flowers for some time. I decided I wanted hydrangeas included - I love hydrangeas and being blue in color I thought they were appropriate, and I could plant them in the yard to remember him (and they are easily transplanted if we moved!)

Hydrangea

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That's where it all started. I decided then I wanted to make an area around our dining area in our kitchen for the hydrangeas. This then became a wish to have more of a garden that would attract birds because Anderson loved watching birds at the feeder and out the low windows in the kitchen. Well, as you can see below, it became quite the project!

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Ready for a balloon release at Anderson's Service - Photo by A. Storch

For a week, I composed, in my head, what to say at Anderson's Service. So many have commented on how strong I must be to have spoken. I did struggle with whether to speak, but a friend summed up my motivation so well after the service. So many times, when ones we love have died, we share funny stories to remember them. Honestly, in a short 18 months, who REALLY knew Anderson - very few did, but we as parents knew and treasured every moment. So, knowing it would be hard to gather my thoughts, I wrote out what I planned to say so that I could share with people who were there to support us just a little bit of what our little boy was made of. In hindsight I am so glad I did, and that I printed it out in extra large font because I could barely even read it through my tears. Many have asked that we share with them a video of the service - we had it videotaped by a good friend (thanks Jessica!) because many close family members, including my parents, could not travel to be at the service. Honestly, I haven't been able to watch it - and probably won't for some time, so I will share here my written words for the service instead.

"Good
morning.

Thank you
just doesn’t cut it today.No words can
express our gratitude and appreciation for the love and prayers we have
received these last 11 days.As many of
you may know, the last few years have not always been easy for our family.It is sometimes so easy to find oneself
thinking or feeling like we are alone when life inevitably does what life will
sometimes do, presenting us with what seem like impossible challenges.Today, however, I want to share with everyone
that no one is alone in life’s journey of ups and downs.I ask you to look around this room – at all
the love, support, and open arms.If
nothing else comes from today, I truly hope that each of us leaves here with a
new perspective and strength to draw upon when life gives us our own individual
mountains to climb.While the faces of
the people you find in your own life may not be identical, today we are all
surrounded by a community of love, support, encouragement, and just plain human
companionship that all of us need to draw upon in times of need.We have all heard “It takes a village.”Today we sit among the finest of villages –
this community gathered in this room, and it is overwhelming.Thank you all for your love for our
family.The peace and comfort we have
found with each and every one of you during this time is immeasurable.

I have
struggled over the last few days of what to say, whether to say anything at all
today.I couldn’t help but feel
compelled to say something today, as difficult as it is with a broken heart,
because there is so much I want to still tell my precious boy – so much all of
our family has struggled to put into words during what has been an unthinkable
tragedy for our family.I wanted to
express our wishes for our precious boy to help everyone know him better, know
him as we knew him.

Our Dear
Sweet Anderson:

Our time
with you was much too short.We all miss
you terribly, more than any words can express.Our hearts ache to hold you, to get sloppy kisses, and to catch you as
you run into our arms collapsing in a fit of laughter.While we are biased, of course, we all
believe you had to be the happiest little boy we have ever seen.I can’t help but believe that you packed in a
lifetime of happiness, laughter, and smiles into your 18 months with us.

Every parent
and family member has a long list of dreams for every child.That does not change, even though you are no
longer here with us.While the hopes and
dreams may be different, they are no less compelling than they were a mere 11
days ago.

We hope that
you are, first off, still smiling that contagious smile, with the unmistakable
sparkle in your eye.We hope your days
are filled with laughter and giggles, and an unending joy for learning new
things.

We hope that
someone is there to hear your demanding calls of “uh OH!” when you awake to
find your pacifier recklessly thrown from your crib during your slumber.And, even more importantly, that they jump to
find it in the dark, feeling around on the floor and under your crib,
desperately trying to return it to you for a source of comfort.

We hope that
someone recognizes your pulling at your hair as your need to rest or
sleep.Or even better, that there is
someone with long hair for you to sit with, entangle their hair with yours in
your hand, and that will allow you to gently run it through your fingers as you
fall asleep.

We hope that
there is someone that will remind you to bite into the girl scout cookie as you
stare at it after you have licked, or more accurately smeared all over your
face, its chocolate coating.

We hope that
there is someone who will stand across the room, get down on one knee, and hold
their arms open and allow you to run into their arms giggling towards a huge
hug.More importantly, we hope they
expect your legs to fold as you fall backwards expecting kisses under your
chin, and they kiss you until you can barely breathe from laughing so hard.

We hope
there is an abundance of drawers and cabinets filled with pots, pans, and
Tupperware lids.Similarly, we hope you
are greeted with an abundance of patience as you empty the drawers and cabinets
by the armload, and return each item one by one, interrupted by so many other
fun distractions, before emptying them all over again.

We hope you
can enjoy your meals while viewing a million birds gorging themselves on a
feeder.We hope you always squeal with
excitement as each bird comes into view.

We hope you
continue to identify fish in even the oddest of places, marveling at each fish
with wide eyed excitement.

We hope you
have a million balls to carry, move, put in and out of anything you can, all
while exclaiming “BAH!BAH!” with an
unending proud grin.

We hope
there are lots of mirrors for you to view yourself in, stick out your tongue,
and crack yourself up in an endearing fit of laughter.

We hope that
there is someone that finds your pulling their shirt to their knees, all while
lifting one foot in what we affectionately call the flamingo pose, all while
exclaiming “Up, Up” as heartwarming as we do.

We hope
there is someone who loves to chase you as you run away with the devilish grin
that says “catch me if you can.”

We hope
there is someone who sometimes turns and giggles out of your site as you walk
across a room, pretending to go get a toy, and as you pass the person who
happened to irk you a minute before you grab a handful of hair.Yes, our son, we will always stand by our
rule that hair pulling is inappropriate.However, your sneakiness and slyness were always a bit funny, you always
thought you were fooling us, and just sometimes it was a joy to let you believe
you had.

Most
importantly, we hope you know in your heart how much you are loved.We can’t help but believe that if the
boundless love, joy, warmth, smiles and laughter you shared with us is any
indication, you knew just how much we love you and now miss you with all our
being.We miss you little man, our
little bud-bud and you will forever be in our hearts and lives.Until we meet again our sweet boy –

We love you
and we miss you with all our hearts."

There are still so many other memories or moments I wish I had shared. Seems like life if full of a lot of regrets lately. I can't help but wish that could or would change.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

In an instant, life changed forever. I keep saying it over and over. I am not sure what "instant" I am talking about. Is it the instant my son took his last breath? Is it the instant he fell asleep to never awake again? Is it the instant I closed the door leaving him at daycare that morning as he cried? Is it the instant that my poor husband had to tell me over the phone that Anderson had died? Or, is it the instant I heard those words and fell to the floor screaming in the middle of my office? Is it the instant I first saw his lifeless body? Or maybe it is the instant I had to kiss his little head goodbye as they took him from me wrapped in a blanket? I really don't know, I just know forever I am changed. Somehow, some way, forever I will be a mother in mourning. I don't see that EVER changing - I will forever mourn the loss of my little boy.

I could never predict how profoundly devastating this whole thing would be. I just can't fathom the rest of my life remembering this sweet happy little boy who is no longer going to grow with us. I keep hearing it will get easier and honestly, I just can't imagine it getting easier. I can't imagine a day without a gut wrenching sadness in my inner core. I can't imagine a day without tears. It seems impossible, yet I do hope it is true.

I also could never predict just how grateful we would be for family and friends. People have been so amazing, coming to our family's aid at this horrible time. Meals, offers of help, and so many kind words have been a saving grace.

I honestly don't know what life holds for the future. I am taking it one day at a time, sometimes one hour at a time. I am learning a lot about life, loss, sadness, and priorities along the way. We were told it will never be normal again - or more accurately, we just will need time to find a new normal. I can't imagine liking any new normal.

There are things I have become amazingly grateful for along the way:

- My two children - they have been amazing, honest, loving, sad and the rock that has kept us going forward as a family.
- I am not alone. It has been a rough few years for a variety of reasons. I think if one listed some of the major adult traumas one could encounter I have experienced many of them. I can't begin to explain. Often it is so hard when the chips are down to feel alone - and many times I did. This whole experience has shown me otherwise. It is so difficult to explain, but so true.
- I have learned a lot these past 6 months that served me well. Things impacting my life drove me to seek out help in a variety of forums these past 6 months. The tools I have learned helped tremendously particularly in the first two weeks following Anderson's death. Now if only I could continue to employ them.
- I let people help. That has been something I have never been able to do easily. In the past few weeks I have let people help, and at times it has saved us.

I don't know where I go from here. There are plans for me to train to do a race as a memorial for Anderson. I need to get off my butt and do something about it though. I hope to make something positive come of all of this - just don't know where or what that is, in its entirety, yet.

If you pass me on the street I will say I am ok, will smile even. It is odd that it is strangers or mere acquaintances that seem to make me cry. The random sales clerk that asks me if my three year old is my only child, the garden department manager making small talk that asks me about my garden project (with my sister's help, or perhaps just all her hard work, we have constructed a memorial garden for Anderson), or the stranger in my daughter's school office carrying an 18 month old boy in his jammies - those cause me to break down. It is all so confusing, so gut wrenching, so agonizing - and I need to put this energy somewhere.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Note to all - this blog will be changing. Our family has suffered an unthinkable tragedy in the loss of our son. I need a place to write, and in time the focus may and probably will shift back to some form of health related/training related issues - triathlon and health will always be a part of my life, but the perspective I have on it all has been forever changed. But this title still seems so fitting. So, please unfollow or remove yourself if this is a topic that you just can't deal with - it is totally understandable, and I get it - and please pray for our sweet Anderson and our family, we are all heartbroken.

Friday, February 10, 2012

You do a face plant - on a beautiful day, during the lunch hour, along Ruston Way where all the nice restaurants serve wonderful lunchtime delights! Seriously, I don't even know where to start - or better yet, where to start again. In case you missed it in the past, I struggle with running - I am slow, and just not a natural runner. Recently I started running again, with the goal of training for a half marathon I am registered for in May. Mind you, I registered LAST May for the race, thinking that would provide me the motivation to improve my running endurance and, therefore, speed as well.

After several treadmill runs over the past few weeks, the weather here became just absolutely GORGEOUS! So, I headed outside. The first lunchtime run I completed a 5k with relative ease. I was excited. It also helped that I had a new toy - a Garmin run computer - that kept me entertained and intrigued. I will provide a post on that on its own, because I LOVE my Garmin!

My training routine includes running three times a week for at least 45 minutes. Because of the weather here in the Northwest, I will likely do a lot of my weekday runs on a treadmill unless we get nice weather and until the daylight hours are longer. My weekends are my long run - adding a mile each weekend. My plan is to run a 4:1 run:walk ratio - four minutes of running with one minute of walking. For the half marathon I hope to will run the last 3.1 miles non-stop. Anyway, my first weekend long run I set out to do 5 miles to start. And, I DID IT - with relative comfort/ease and minimal soreness afterwards. I was psyched because, you see, I hadn't done much running and 5 miles is the furthest I can ever remember running. LIKE EVER IN MY LIFE! I thought I was finding a love for running - until this past Monday when doubt literally crashed back in.

On Monday the weather was fantastic - sunny, clear, and predicted to be close to or over 60 degrees! So, I planned a lunchtime run. Honestly, as the morning wore on at work, I didn't want to go. But, I forced myself out the door - as they say, the hardest step for any runner is the one out the door! I set out on my run along a beautiful stretch of waterfront trail. It was gorgeous, and I was so glad I had forced myself to take a lunch. At 1.7 miles, I decided to turn around back towards my car. At 1.71 miles, I was crossing a driveway to a really nice restaurant, trying to turn my music up on my MP3 player, and loving the view. Only one problem: while I remembered at the end of the driveway as you enter the trail there is a rise in the pavement, I totally misjudged the rise and my foot struck it.

It was kind of like slow motion. Honestly, I almost caught myself, but in the end I concentrated on missing the poles put there to keep cars from turning onto the trail (probably a good plan) and went down on my right arm, which of course was holding my music, and it totally gave way - leaving me to slam my chin into the pavement. All I remember is turning over and looking at my hands covered in blood. I remember mumbling "SWEEET" in a very sarcastic tone. Next, I noticed a car approaching in the drive and the woman in the passenger seat pointing at me. The man driving stopped to ask if I was ok, and I remember stammering, as I was checking my teeth for chips or breaks, "Yeah, I think I just banged up my face." His response after looking at me closer out the window? "YEAH you did." I remember thinking "THANKS, that is just what I need to hear right now [insert some expletive here]!" So I picked myself up, removed my fleece and held it to my chin, and began the walk of shame - all 1.69 miles of it - back to my car. That was one seriously LONG walk.

All in all I was fine. No chipped or broken teeth. Other than a nasty mess of a chin and a few x-rays of my jaw at the insistence of my boss when the next day I couldn't even talk normally (which proved there was no break) the publicly noticeable ramifications have been few. A very sore shoulder (my shoulders dislocate fairly regularly), some swelling and headaches, and an extremely sore hand remind me of the incident, but hopefully will fade in a few days. After a few days and ibuprofen, I think I am on the mend - physically. (But really, a fall running and all THIS?????). But my ego is bruised. My confidence busted. I was embarrassed and that is the worst injury of all for me. That walk of shame, having to return to my office with a chin and hand dripping blood, actually taking sick time to take myself to the doctor, and either having people I know constantly ask what happened or having strangers stare wondering what happened, I am embarrassed. Humiliated. That is always a challenge for me. So, I need to pick myself up and get back out there - remembering the most difficult step will the the first step out the door.

Just to show that there is some humor in this, here are some fun facts:

1. My Garmin shows I was running a 9:28 mile at the time I fell - that is freakin' AWESOME for me.

2. The Garmin graph plots along until it goes straight up at the time of impact to a dead stop - interesting analysis of my run!

3. At least it happened while I was running, and not in a walk interval.

4. Last Tri season you may remember my fear of crashing on my bike and I endured not one centimeter of road rash last year. This year I get road rash on my FACE during a RUN!

5. My kids keep asking "Did someone push you Mom?," "Did anyone help you Mom?" "How exactly do you fall running Mom?" They are confused as to how old Mom goes to work and says she ran at lunch and comes home looking like a crash victim!

6. Friends and colleagues at work feel much better now about my lunchtime runs.....I can no longer count how many times I have heard "See, exercise is going to kill you!"

And, really, I NEED to get back out there - how can you beat this view:

Friday, February 3, 2012

It seems these days I am constantly on the hunt for a healthy protein rich breakfast for the whole family. The catch is it has to be easy to prepare too - and preferably not just a bar in a wrapper. My kids like cereal (thankfully whole grain) and oatmeal, but still, no protein. My family also LOVES eggs, but except for the random weekend morning here and there, who has time for that? Well, I think I found a way! I found a great recipe at one of my favorite cooking sites Once a Month Mom. If you are at all interested in easier healthy recipes that are great for making in large batches so you can freeze meals ahead, Once a Month Mom is a great resource. I didn't follow their recipe exactly because when I decided to try it for the first time, I did not have all the ingredients.

So, here is what I did: I had nine eggs, I used 5 whole eggs and four egg whites. I beat all the eggs together (whole and egg whites) and added ham (a family favorite). I did not add salt or pepper because, in general, our family rarely uses salt or pepper. I used a standard size cupcake/muffin pan that makes 12 muffins. I sprayed nine of them with cooking spray and placed roughly one third of a slice of whole wheat bread in each. I filled the nine cups with the egg/ham mixture. I baked them as recommended in Once a Month Mom. I topped each one with roughly a tablespoon of shredded cheddar cheese (full fat, we don't skimp on milk fats in our family - we cut fat in other areas). Once they cooled a bit they were pretty easy to pop out with a fork and were delicious.

The only thing I would change is the red pepper would probably be very good, and I might add a bit of salt. I froze the leftovers in individual plastic containers and they reheated in the microwave very well - a great breakfast for after a workout.

So each "egg muffin" had one half a whole egg, one half an egg white, perhaps 1.5 oz of ham (probably less) and 1.5 tablespoons of full fat cheese. I haven't gone to figure out weight watchers points, but I would venture a guess they would fit quite well into that program. I pair the egg muffin with fruit or yogurt to round out my after workout breakfast. At some point I will have to fill you all in on my "two breakfast" mornings that seem to work really well for me.

I would LOVE to hear other good healthy and protein rich breakfast ideas from any of my readers! Please, share! Honestly, for myself, I tend to eat half a turkey sandwich - but the family just can't get their heads around a sandwich like that for breakfast!

Monday, January 30, 2012

I am the queen of negative self-talk and questioning myself. Recently, my sister gave me this to remind myself that I need to believe in myself. Christopher Robin was sure wise for a boy. I know often I look back and am amazed at what I did - what I do on a daily basis that I never give myself credit for. For this week I make a pledge to remember the wise words of this "boy." How about you?

On a related note, the last few months I have spent a great deal of time reflecting and reading. Weekly, and sometimes more often, I find a little "nugget" or saying that I use for a theme for myself. Sometimes I put a post-it on my monitor, or my bathroom mirror, with the little "nugget" to help me digest it. I plan to share some of the better ones, more inspiring ones, here. I hope you don't mind, but I have found that mental training is as important, and sometimes more important, to reach whatever finish line you are approaching.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Wow, it certainly has been some time since I last posted. The last months have been a whirlwind of life challenges and successes, and a period of tremendous personal growth for me and my family. All in good time, I will share a lot of what I have learned, through stories that are mine to share. For many reasons, some stories just are not mine to tell, and therefore will remain untold here.

Honestly, I am thinking the focus of this blog may change a bit. I have thought often of sharing some of my life these past months here and all too often thought "Well, that simply doesn't fit with the theme as stated." However, so many times my title was very appropriate for the situation or thoughts I had wanted to share. "From the Glider Rocker to the Finish Line" really says it all - my life is complex, and a good part of my life is focused on bringing me, my children, and my family through the trials of life to that "finish line." Obviously, the "finish line" takes on many meanings! So, look for such changes to come - along with hopefully a design change that will make this blog more user friendly, and, honestly, more fun! I look forward to growing with the blog on a more regular basis.

As for the active part of my life, I have to say it has been pretty quiet. I have endeavored to support my children in their active pursuits, primarily dance and soccer, but my own training has taken a back seat to many other "big" life challenges. I am finally getting into a position to perhaps begin to train for my half marathon in May, although I *may* defer a year.

In September after my last race, I discovered I had a pencil size lump on the apex of my left shin. It was tender to the touch, and with a minor history of skin cancer, off to the dermatologist I went. On September 26 they took a biopsy of the spot. Within a week or two, the site NEVER healed and, in fact, grew to a size over that of a quarter. Finally, on October 26 I had surgery. The plastic surgeon was enlisted because of the complexity and the planned skin graft. After the surgery, I was told "Good News! We didn't have to do a skin graft!" If only I knew the true meaning of that. See, I had a 4-5 inch incision stretched to close over the top of my shin bone - and THREE kids to care for, who also had little feet, hands, and in one case, heads that would continually batter the site. Within a week the stitches had dissolved and almost the whole incision opened and WOULD NOT HEAL! I will spare you all the gory details, but let's just say it was horrific and I was terrified of infection. It was not until around Christmas that I finally noticed healing beginning after wearing pressure bandaging for a month! It is just this week that I finally called the surgeon for a last check with the hope that I can get back in the pool to swim. I miss the pool terribly - more for my mental health than anything else! I hope to swim Wednesday - please, let me swim Wednesday!

So, in short, I am back, well, almost back. Life has changed dramatically for me in the last six months, and I continue to fine tune my current life to try to get back into my personal fitness training. I look forward, however, to bringing this blog back to life, albeit perhaps with a more wide variety of topics!

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I am a wife and mom of three children 5 and under. I am also a full time professional. At one point in my life, I enjoyed a high level of fitness, but after entering the professional world, my fitness deterioriated if not vanished. I long for the days where my body felt good, strong, and like a well oiled machine. I have also been impacted by the recent economic decline - some of which arises as you mature, take on mature responsibilities, and raise children, but some of which is a direct result of loss of jobs, the crash in the housing market, and inevitable declines that follow. Life has changed. I no longer have relatively unlimited financial resources to "buy" my way to fitness with the best gear and the best professionals to coach me along the way. I have learned, however, that this in no way limits my success - so long as I keep an open mind and utilize the resources available to me. I have also found that with parenthood came the responsibility to teach my children how to lead happy, fit, and productive lives. My new motivations for fitness, mainly my children, have provided me with unending motivation and drive.

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